At first, I thought, “Yeah, I suppose a school bus is somehow like a pot of gold. Ya know, wealthy in knowledge, bright shiny kids, yellow.” But then it dawned on me. “Ah ha! The pot of gold must be inside!”
Nope.
I looked elsewhere, until my full-spectrum friend pointed to where the leprechaun would hide such a prized object — the depths of an icy and crushing behemoth. Naturally, I jumped in and well, after thawing out, realized that this short man is quite evil.
But alas, by the power of Google, I may have found its rightful home. Beneath a toll road, in Orange County, in traffic?
It appears that this leprechaun fellow is a boundless evildoer … or a strategic mastermind?
